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[00:00.25](Is that a turntable? Well get on it, it's your turn)
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[00:22.64]Who gets laid, the chicken or the egg?
[00:24.34]How about the MC that has just been led
[00:26.52]To a renegade teacher, preacher then he got stomped
[00:28.84]Cause I'm a feature straight from the Bronx
[00:31.13]Productions, better known as Boogie Down
[00:33.38]If I was a king right now I'd get crowned
[00:35.39]The Nice is a teacher, not a prince or a rap lord
[00:37.80]I even write my rhymes on a blackboard
[00:40.50]To get specific, and probably make you understand
[00:42.60]What makes the 808 plan
[00:44.59]It's simple, I'm a round it off like this
[00:47.15]That's how many stupid MC's I've dissed
[00:49.12]But if the commence to try me I won't buy it
[00:51.93]I'll look them up and down and I'll say \"Don't even try it\"
[00:54.31]Cause I can go on and on without breathing
[00:56.38]The TR, another form of BDP-eating
[00:58.94]MC's like Chunky, moving real bluntly
[01:00.91]Shaking and baking MC's like a junky
[01:03.23]Fiending, hitting MC's like they was cocaine
[01:05.79]Calling them John Doe, meaning they have no name
[01:07.96]I'll spin you like a quarter, drink you like water
[01:10.24]Hit below the belt with things you never thought of
[01:12.51]I lay down the law that I am a slaughter
[01:14.76]I roll like a tital wave, so you oughta
[01:17.26]Float like a sailboat, move like a speedboat
[01:19.42]In water, now watch you soak
[01:22.11]Into a rhyme of mine until you hit the bottom
[01:24.06]It's heavy like an anchor, it's no problem
[01:26.60]For me to just bake you, eat you like a cookie
[01:28.81]I am a profressional, boy, you're just a rookie
[01:30.93]I'm here to sing a song, but some are not able
[01:33.36]Compared to me you're just crumbs on the table
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[01:45.25]In my prime, more vocal than I've ever been
[01:47.41]I'm not an amateur, sort of like a veteran
[01:49.65]Split from the bums, arriving from a long trip
[01:51.85]Now I'm back to just cold rip
[01:54.22]MC's like confetti, eat 'em like spaghetti
[01:56.43]I chill for a year and yet I'm still ready
[01:58.53]To house MC's, sink 'em like a boat will
[02:00.99]I roll heavy, thick like oatmeal
[02:03.44]So now you know the 808 is showing
[02:05.63]I do damage in just one moment
[02:07.81]Here's a little message to those who want to hang out
[02:10.20]Just remember that I give pain out
[02:12.54]The TR-808 relates to a terrorizer
[02:14.70]Never hiding, clever always memorizing
[02:17.20]Poetry, history, math, or even paragraphs
[02:19.69]I'm not into b-boying, just hoeing
[02:21.96]Showing, blowing MC's like the wind does
[02:24.33]I might lay you, sort of like a hen does
[02:26.38]Cause your rhymes are weak and unstable
[02:28.24]Compared to me you're just crumbs on the table
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[02:49.75]You must think, before you even get soup
[02:51.61]I'll put you on the corner and sell you like a prostitute
[02:54.06]Like a street whore, make you want more and more
[02:56.49]Move you to the side, up and down like a seesaw
[02:58.76]Pulling out a gun is uncalled for
[03:01.09]But I'm with it, so go for yours
[03:03.20]You may even try to diss, but I call it flattery
[03:05.31]I pack more volts than a Duracell battery
[03:07.76]Charging MC's, smooth like the breeze
[03:10.21]Scott made me funky, yo, that was one theme
[03:12.36]Or topic, showing I be rocking
[03:14.66]Every little city I play I leave a heat wave
[03:16.92]Burning up the industry, never try to get with me
[03:19.50]I'm the type of person that never needs rehearsing
[03:21.52]Just a little sex, a six pack of Beck's
[03:23.85]And my room to move about, and a Guiness Stout
[03:26.23]To make me feel able, chilling, and stable
[03:28.53]Sometimes I'm on the mic, sometimes I'm on the turntable
[03:30.76]I'm superb, sort of like herb
[03:33.51]A man of my word and I've never been served!
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